I had to ride my bike to the bus stop
Past some cows and a huge bull
I remember thinking in terror
"What if that big bull doesn't like me?"
On cold mornings I wore a maroon blazer!
Thinking of stories of old
Where the bull hates all reds
I was scared he would bulldoze
That insignificant fence and
Flatten me in less that a minute!
So I would cautiously look
Out the corner of my eye;
As I passed him by
Praying that bull would
Not trample me!
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